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Springcat1983

Springcat1983
imagine



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There would be an ignii girl with jewels all over and her tail still intact, sitting at a chair stiring a pot of soup. A table would be infront of her with two plates on it. One with more reddish mushrooms and one with normalish muschrooms. There would also be a grill by the pot with meat being cooked. As soon as she sees you come up she smiles and stands up. "Welcome to the faens family lil walkby!" she smiles "Where you can get the most spicy soup readily available during the festival! but we do have choices for those who cant handle spice." she gestures over to the two plates. she waits for what you want and prepares it. with a vibe of pure bliss radiating from her. she hands you your meal "have a fun time here! hope to see you around again!"


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recipe: 3 chicken of the woods mushrooms.
noodles of any kind.
faens family spice blend, if not available any spice of any heat is fine.
green onion.
beefs, lamb and chicken

how to prepare the mushrooms
to infuse the spice taste in said mushrooms you can either let it soak in the soup with the spices in it.
Or you can rub the spices and the chicken of the woods mushrooms together in a bowl and let it sit there for 30 up to an hour.

there would be alil note up in the corner "my favorite to eat when im sad and also on the go. reminds me of mom.



Celest

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Raakel Celest

This girl's mild attitude was a refreshing break from all the other pompous overeager, overconfident contestants. Raakel smiled as she accepted the bowl of soup and said, "Thank you."

First, she samples the skewers, then drinks of the broth. It's hard to fake neutrality when the liquid settles warm in her belly; soup has always been her favorite Fumir snack. Something about sitting by the fire, warm inside and out, could put her right to sleep. But, as she takes a few more bites of soup, she finds herself getting a little too warm. Beads of sweat gather and roll down her temples; her cheeks grow flushed; and her mouth is absolutely on fire.

She tries to keep composure as she smiles again, shaking a little, and says, "That's, that's really--really good!"

She tries not to let anyone see her while she rushes away for a glass of milk.